Monday, January 30, 2012

At the water's edge, I have found a friend.The rhythmic lapping of each waveis a comfort--I have come to dependupon the starlit water, upon the deep blue skyand upon the tinkling waterfall as itrushes, passing by.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Here are a few random,
lost photos that I retrieved
of noteworthy spring color. I am thinking
that it can 'offset' the drab doldrums
of muddy browns and gray-grays
we are left with now, this snow-less season.:-)
Enjoy your day!

At 50 (now) when I spy a tree limb--strong, and sufficiently horizontal;

close to the ground, my mind goes back to this--the sacred spot,

in the low lying tree just two houses down from my safe, yellow, front-porched Milwaukee bungalow.

In this—my tree limb resting place, I am invisible. I am surely, of the divine. And I am more than a front porch traveler and bigger than a child.

I would sit here…and quietly (and privately) allow my own mind to wander and my own thoughts to spread out some, a bit. In this, my protected and much coveted place, I was allowing my mind to grow. Did the tree know this? Did it feel my groaning, too?

They say that when a tree grows it breaks its bark. Perhaps I too, was breaking my bark.

What better place to do this, than in a tree?

Maybe it was just idle time, but in this, the resting place--

to me, a girl of just eight, or nine and ten, it was legs dangling, arms holding, hair blowing, sunlight dancing, breeze playing, leaf wiggling, one leg flopping…bird singing me-time.

(My mother would say that as a somewhat self-centered, first-born child--I have, perhaps, always been good at this.) And I smile.

But I have found it useful still, to preserve, to hold fast to, and to cultivate my own playful, watchful, solitary, just-for-art eye.For, the more that I look, the more I see, in the splendid world of solitude.